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To give is to receive.
To love is to be loved.
The balance is always there.
Many choose not to recognize it.
To align with the balance is complete and total freedom.
Freedom to be yourself.
Your authentic self.

To give is to receive.
The gift is the giving.
The rules of money often obstruct the giving.
The rules of money can be re-written.

To give is to receive.
Giving can appear in many forms.
Giving can be in a loving thought.
Giving can be intentionally sending loving energy.
Giving can be doing a favour.
Giving can be an act of kindness.
Giving can be a service.
In the world today, giving can be simply being your truest, most authentic self.
Speaking your truest, most authentic loving message.

Giving can be playing in your most authentic self.
Simply having fun.
Some were taught that this is selfish.
But serving yourself is a gift.
A gift in your example.
A model to others.
Selfish is a word that holds little truth.
Self-loving is an art … and a science.
Self-love is an art … and a science.
To express yourself is to love yourself.

Expression can come in many forms.
Expression can be thoughts to yourself.
Expression can be written words.
Expression can be pictures drawn.
Pictures painted.
Photographs taken.
Songs sung.
Songs played on a variety of instruments.
The human voice is an important instrument.

To give is to receive.
A paradox … of Beautiful Truth.

(Phone rings and rings during the live transmission.)
Every time the phone rings, there is a choice.
Feel into that choice.
This is true for every stimulus that comes into your awareness.
The choice of how to respond to that stimulus.
Whether it be a sound, a smell, a sight.
The world is alive with … Perceptions.
The five physical senses.
But other senses also.
We each play our role.
We each choose our alignment.
How to use our awareness.
It is a choice.
Freedom … is available … to everyone.

(Exactly 20 minutes, cut off. Was done. I felt the blend leave suddenly. Sat and noticed thoughts entering. At 23 minutes, stopped. Checked video. It had stopped at 20 min. Speech started at 9 minutes. It is transcribed above without editing. Came out fluidly mostly 1 or 2 sentences at a time. Short pauses between. It was not rushed. Very typical of how my poem-style writings come down. My habit is to dictate into my ipad note. This is less efficient but I can be in a deeper trance. Will keep experimenting.)

A big message I have repeatedly received is to include Raw Data. Do not attempt to interpret for others. Allow them to have their own experience. Discern for themselves. Notice I did not choose the word judge? It was by design.
I recorded this message transmission as homework from my Mentor in Mediumship. We had just completed a session. I started recording this Raw Data within 10 minutes of my session with my Arthur Findlay College Tutor. I uploaded the video privately onto the brand new Beautiful Truth You Tube Channel. It feels very private but may be released at a future date if it served in some way.
During our session my Tutor was inspired to read an excerpt from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran. The introduction of the theme of Giving. By chance, the message was aligned to a part of our prior discussion.
The Excerpt he read:

Then said a rich man, Speak to us of Giving.
And he answered:
You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow?
And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the over prudent dog burying bones in the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city?
And what is fear of need but need itself?
Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?

There are those who give little of the much which they have–and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.
And there are those who have little and give it all.
These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty.
There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.
And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism.
And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue;
They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.
Through the hands as such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes
He smiles upon the earth.
(My Mentor stopped here but the verse continues below.)

It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding; And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving. And is there aught you would withhold? All you have shall some day be given; Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors’.

You often say, “I would give, but only to the deserving.” The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights, is worthy of all else from you. And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream. And what desert greater shall there be, than that which lies in the courage and the confidence, nay the charity, of receiving? And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed? See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving. For in truth it is life that gives unto life–while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

And you receivers–and you are all receivers–assume no weight of gratitude, lest you lay a yoke upon yourself and upon him who gives. Rather rise together with the giver on his gifts as on wings;For to be over-mindful of your debt, is to doubt his generosity who has the free-hearted earth for mother, and God for father.
END

I received The Prophet as a gift on my 21st Birthday from my dear friend and roommate at the time. I was reminded upon reading the inscription on the first page! I read it then. I feel I am perceiving it differently today. Interesting.

Freshly enamored with the compositions of Ludwig van Beethoven.Bagatelle Opus 119 Played on Piano by Valery Affanasiev

A willingness to have one’s heart broken open will allow the highest evolution.
It is a heart-first process.
The mind must symbolically step aside.
It is when one learns to do this that one’s true evolution can begin.
The heart breaks open.
Self-actualization begins.

So seek out the lover.
Sit beside your neighbor/your friend after tragedy or grief.
Look straight on when you see another’s heartbreak in progress.
Resist the temptation to look away.
Not to judge or scold, but to feel the heartbreak as it is our own.
Not required to fix it but to fixate upon it … even for a short while.
Recount your stories of heartbreak.
Not to be victim but to be real.
In this fashion, we chip away at our collective hearts.

Witness the grotesque masterpiece.
Feel the discomfort as the tragic characters fight upon the stage.
Steady your gaze.

The walls of our hearts crumble slowly at first, then suddenly collapse.
After a lifetime of assault against the heart, it opens.
As is its innate function.
What we have been taught to fear is the most beautiful milestone of all.
How is it that the heart can be open all the way, yet can always open
… just a little bit more?